Landis Valley Museum

For school this year, we are doing a whirlwind trip through U.S. history. We've studied the Native Americans and what life was like before the America's were discovered by the Europeans and now we are studying the colonial time period.

So we took a field trip to our local Landis Valley Museum thanks to a free family pass available at our local library. We packed a lunch and on our way, we "dadnapped" dad from work. :-)

We started with the leather working shop. An artisan dressed in period clothes was creating a box for storing things in. He also showed us a pair of straight shoes that he had made. "Straight shoes" have no arches and can fit on either foot. People would typically switch the shoes regularly in order to give them even wear.


As we walked along, we examined the different types of fences. S wasn't so sure about petting the lamb.

The kids found a caretaker who had just unyoked a team of oxen. They wanted to know if the yoke was heavy, so the caretaker let them carry it into the barn for him. It is surprisingly light.

K imagined baking cookies in this outdoor oven.

We learned the different steps to creating thread and fabric from flax.

We got a chance to lay on this bed. This one has two "mattresses". The top one is full of feathers, the bottom full of rye to keep the bedbugs away. Typically the parents and grandparents would sleep in this bed. The children under 5 would sleep in the trundle at the foot of the bed. And that pot under the bed? I'll let you figure that out. :-)


This was about 3/4 of the way through. We were all starting to get tired out.

Talking to a lady knitting sleeping socks outside one of the houses from a later period.

Outside of a one-room schoolhouse. The kids posed for me on an old hitching post. V was particularly fascinated by the thought of riding a horse to school every day.


The last stop of the day was the Gunsmith Shop. Everyone else was tired and hungry, but V? Let the expression on his face show you his emotions. He even got to fire an old pistol.

Smelly School

V has always had habit of smelling everything. He is the one who will volunteer to smell people's feet, open every spice jar to sniff, and put his face into each dinner plate to take a whiff before eating. When we visited Letchworth State Park's museum, the first glass enclosed case contained artifacts from the Seneca people who used to live in the area. V lamented, "I sure wish the glass wasn't there. I want to know what the Indians smelled like." Later we found a piece of furniture originally belonging to Mr. Letchworth that V got a nice big sniff of. He was so dissapointed when I tried to explain that the furniture didn't represent the smell of the time period very well anymore. "But WHY?!?" he wondered.

Yesterday I was working on a reading list for this next school year, and found the perfect set of history books by Mary Dobson to supplement our study of the second half of world history.


I'm a LuckyOlogist!

As a precursor to studying World History, we were learning about archeologists this week. We picked up a "I Dig Dinosaurs" kit at the local craft store to get a feel for the thrill of searching and finding something in the rock or dirt. K & V spent about an hour chipping away at a block of glacial rock to uncover several unassembled dinosaur bones.

Watching V dig was especially fun. He could barely stay still enough to hit the chisel with the hammer.

"I'm the luckiest kid in the world!"
"I am an archeooooooologist!"
"I'm a luckyologist!"
"Oooo! The suspense is killin' me!"